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You creeper on the mango tree! Your body may be bending with the weight of fruit and your fragrance may be spreading everywhere; but since you are marked by the potsherd of an untouchable, despite your fruit you are fruitless.*

People have honored it with folded hands, and before it has faded away it has reddened ⋮ delighted the world. My male friend, although your stay here is but short, like that of the dawn it provides nothing but happiness.*

Without showing any concern for me, my friends ignored me and went away; sir, I am all alone. If now you do some violence to me, I shall abandon my body on account of you ⋮ I shall hand over my body to you.*

Unstable in your feelings, a trickster, arrogant, and fickle, you are a buffoon; when you fall into my girlfriend’s hands, I see how straight you become!

You merciless one! Apprehensive, she is weeping as her gaze without faltering runs after you who have turned your back, just as when Bhagi·ratha had turned his back Ganga followed him by becoming a river and coming down from the sky.*

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Although I am eagerly longing for you, you of lovely ⋮ golden complexion, you do not provide me with any satisfaction, because in anger you have blocked your emotions inside you, like the spout of a golden vessel that does not permit liquid to flow out due to some dirt inside.*